I pulled my diesel off To the side of the road I was checking my tires I was checking my load Along the road this guy Asked to hitch a ride I said, “No problem, man.” And he climbed inside I asked where he was going I asked where he’d been Man, I was surprised When he answered with a grin He said, “It’s more the going Than it is the getting’ there And I figure anywhere’s ‘bout as good as somewhere I’m gonna look around And see what I can see ‘Cause man this world It means nothing to me I see people looking Man, when I look around Seems like there’s more lost Than there seems to be found We’re looking ‘round the world But we won’t find it here Nothing’ll fill you up Not gray skies nor clear We’ll take a step Then we want one more We’re just running in circles Faster than ever before But there are no endings No destinations to be found No shelter from the storm Just the hope of higher ground We’re k**ing ourselves Without even trying And if you call that life Then living’s for the dying.”